Goodbye is a word I hate to use,
It depicts all the phases, all the memories you'll lose
One word and you'll know that this is the end,
To a conversation, a lecture or even a friend
When the word slowly slips right out of your mouth,
You know you'll have to face it, know what it's about
One word, seven letters, yet an impact
The cut runs deeply, deeply intact
You know you must run, away from the memory,
Away from the tears, the scene, from me
When you looked with a shock and a tear-stained face,
All I could do was pick up the pace
Running faster and faster, away from the tears,
Into the forest, away from here
Departing with the lost that's now become found,
Escaping the prison, going out of your bounds
Now you were leaving me to go catch your dreams,
There's no way to re-stitch the threads pulled free
As you turn around and mount the path uphill,
Know that I will love you always and yet still
As your goodbye morphs into yet another whisper of silence,
I stand in the fallen snow as the breeze becomes violent.
~Via
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